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Sammy lays in his hospital bed. All that runs through his head is Skate Skate Skate Skate. He regrets not letting Skate drive. Sammy has two broken ribs. Skate broke four rib, got a concussion, and broke his jaw, to tie it all together. Amnesia. And Sammy blames himself for it all. He was the one driving, he was the one that didn't listen.

Skate remembers a few things, like his multiple personality disorder. He remembers Jack and Jack, and his love for painting. The Jacks come by every day to visit the boys.

"Something's not right." Skate blurts out, causing Jack and Jack to look at him.

"What do you mean?" Johnson asks, hurrying to him.

"I-I can't find him." Skate says, his mind spinning, and it feels emptier.

"Who can't you find?" Jack asks, concern written on his face.

"Nathan." Skate whispers his eyes wide, and he searches for a sign.

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hey guys. :)

Here's a sneak peek. How do you

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Otay.

Bye my bad bitches. Stay bad.

Mwahhhh

~kelsey

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